I have decided to rework my Patagonia book and now deeply involved with the thing again. It is becoming like a former lover you know you should let go and yet find yourself drawn back - the infatuation still there. It is probably not good for me but I am doing it anyway. I am allowing another point of view in the hope that it becomes more involving, and cutting out yet another of my characters. Less is more, I think, even in the field of literature.
'You're not going to rewrite it again!' my mother asks, incredulously. But I am. Four months since I finished the last re-write. Is this the seventh version? I fear that it is - and yet each time I believe (and hope) that it gets better...and I am enjoying every moment.